[Fifth]

[midgardserpent]

[It's been two months and Jormungandr's patience has run out. The drones in his house have gotten on his very last nerve, and combined with all the anger and frustration that he's been building up over the town, his being brought there, the pointlessness of it all... well he's just had enough.

So bright and early this morning, he kills all the drones in his house. He knows it won't last, he's been told that death doesn't last here, but it helps. Relieves tension, as it were.

Anyone walking down Hastings Boulevard this morning will probably see Jormungandr. With blood on his clothes. Yup. He looks completely unperturbed by it.

By around midday he's managed to clean most of it off, but he's still walking around town with... strange red stains on his clothes and hands. Oh dear.

Dare you approach?]

Comments

WHATEVER IT'S ALL GOOD

[midgardserpent]

[Oh. It's that Spike person. The one who isn't supposed to be human either. He shrugs in response.]

Fine.

IT BETTER BE X(

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, you look a right mess. [His expression says EXPLAIN YOSELF, but he doesn't say anything else.]

[midgardserpent]

[He looks down at himself and then back up. He doesn't really have any concept of cleanliness per say, but he does realize that yes, he's covered in blood. And none of it is his.]

Droness.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[It clicks and Spike frowns, though it isn't so much judgmental as it is pure sadness.]

Your family. Won't you get punished when they come about?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr shrugs. He's nonchalant about the whole thing. He really doesn't care if he gets punished or not, he just had no more patience. And now he feels better. And tomorrow they'll be back. He doesn't really see what the big deal is.]

Don't know.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike notices, trying to cover up his own concern.] You look better for it anyway.

[midgardserpent]

[He nods once, absentmindedly.]

Yess.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Wanna get a drink? [jerks his head towards town]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr wrinkles his nose. Ugh. He's tried the stuff they call alcohol here and it's really disgusting. Granted, he's a sea monster, and he hasn't had tons of experience with beer in the past, but really. The stuff they serve here is gross.

He shakes his head.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Alright, then. What do you do to wind down?

[midgardserpent]

[Wind down? He's not entirely sure what that term means. No, really. He raises an eyebrow at Spike, mildly confused.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

You know, loosen up? Chill out... Get calm? Something you do after a long day. In this era it would've been, come home, light up a cigar; pour a Scotch... get a foot massage from the missus.

Doesn't sound half bad, actually, when I say it out like that.

[midgardserpent]

[Yeah well he just killed the missus. So it's not like that's really a possibility, even if he wanted it.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Right, well, she'll be back tomorrow. Sure you're happy about it.

[midgardserpent]

[He rolls his eyes. Not particularly. But hey, at least he gets a day off.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Alright, let's try this again. Where're you headed?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr shrugs and points ahead of him vaguely. He doesn't really have a destination in mind, he was just... walking. Thataway.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Right, that's a start. [he's already fallen into step with him, up for some aimless walking himself]

[midgardserpent]

[And despite still having a lot of blood on him Jormungandr seems completely unfazed. He's just walking. It's a nice day.

...he does enjoy the sunlight. That much is a nice change after who knows how many centuries under the sea.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike couldn't agree more, tipping his face into its warmth.]

What were you before you were human?

[midgardserpent]

[Oh. It's a question he actually has to answer verbally. Whatever, it's one he's answered before so it's not as big a deal.]

Midgard Sserpent.

Ssea monsster.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Like Nessy? [he cracks a grin] Fancy that. Explains a lot, really.

[midgardserpent]

[Nessy? Who the Hel is Nessy? He shrugs a little. Whether it explains things or not... he doesn't really care.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Famous myth. Kind of like vampires really. You and me are just racking up things in common by the minute.

[midgardserpent]

[He'll take your word for it, Spike. He doesn't really know much about vampires. Like. At all.]